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Cordless
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This is a thinking person’s poetry, yet not a poetry of cerebral indifference, a work of mind and heart that runs the gamut of human experience from sensual erotica to the horrors of persecution. Here is psychic pain poured into words. Using incisive metaphors and chilling visceral images, black humour and beautifully crafted lines, here is a searing razor-sharp indictment of the evils of hate, cruelty and indifference whether from humanity or a seemingly absent god. Despite the harrowing experiences of his youth, the poet exudes a great love for the best of humanity, for freedom and brotherhood. And one of the final poems in the book should be a must-read for all men--Letter to My Son on his 16th Birthday, a Beginner’s Guide to Women and Sex.
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PublisherBookBaby
Release dateSep 1, 2014
ISBN9781771710657
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    Cordless - Thomas Raphael Verny

    Acknowledgements

    Introduction

    This collection of poems is a kaleidoscope, not a homogeneous entity. If there is one theme, it is life lived under the long dark shadow of the horrors of the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries. Consequently, do not look for lyrical poems rhapsodizing the beauty of deserted beaches or the wilted leaves speckled by the waning light of the autumn sun on your foot path. Like I say in Cherry Blossom Poets

    I wonder on what planet

    those poets live

    who write about cherry blossoms

    in fulgent bloom

    and the thousand colors

    of the winter moon

    while the earth is burning.

    Do not look for flowery language. I have learned that people who use the most beautiful expressions, whose verbal acrobatics would bring a Cirque de Soleil audience to their feet, often employ words to camouflage their true feelings or intentions. I think much poetry is written today for other poets. Trying to read these poems is like climbing Mount Everest not with an oxygen tank, but a hefty dictionary on your back. I believe poetry should be accessible to any literate person. While life is slipping through our fingers, reading poetry can stop that flow for a moment while we contemplate the juxtaposition of imagery and ideas. To my mind, poems should make us think, laugh or cry. Reading a poem should not require heavy lifting.

    I am, for better or worse, preoccupied with relationships, loss, exploring the emotional spectrum from love to hate, rage against God (if there is a God), bigotry and the sadness and joy that come with growing older.

    In Before the Storm I write

    The turbulence approaches

    I sense it is my final storm.

    Inside my shaky house

    I grow older and colder.

    I have no desire

    to light

    afire.

    Thankfully, I do manage to see the bright side of life too and poke some fun, especially, at what I see as pretentiousness and outrageous attempts at political correctness. An example of the latter is this excerpt from Geist in Zeitgeist. (You should know that Geist is a magazine that states right up front, This magazine is printed with vegetable-based inks on eco friendly paper)

    We publish only writers

    who are committed to gender equality,

    who oppose violence in all its forms,

    who home-birth and home-school their children,

    who abandoned their gas-guzzling automobiles

    in favor of bicycles and horse drawn buggies.

    This book would not have seen the light of day had it not been for the help and support of some key people in my life. I owe a ton of gratitude to my friend and poet, Mick Burrs. This kind and cheerful man lives and breathes poetry. Mick spent many hours pouring over every word, comma and hyphen of my poems, asking questions and making suggestions. He believed in me even when, under a barrage of rejections, I began to doubt my writing skills and seriously considered abandoning poetry all together. His contribution to my growth as a poet has been absolutely crucial. Very special thanks to Lorraine Tadman, a computer genius, who helped me wrestle Microsoft Word to the ground and resolve innumerable formatting problems that this program habitually inflicted on me. Also, her proofreading of my manuscript has been invaluable. I want to acknowledge Ash Moorhouse, a poet, writer and theater director who organized a poetry group in Stratford that I attended for some years. His insightful comments and encouragement played

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